“Nap time!” Claude shouted.
Janice looked around as the other employees all stood, stretched, then crawled under their desks to curl up. What the hell? she thought. Having no real explanation, and having noticed the mouse poop by the baseboard, she ignored the group and kept typing at her computer.
A light tapping on her shoulder made her turn around. “Janice,” Claude said, standing far too close to her. “It’s nap time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did no one tell? Every day at two pm, everyone in the office takes a thirty-minute nap. Everyone.”
“I’m not tired, thanks.”
“I don’t think you understand, Janice. Your typing is distracting to others. Even if you don’t sleep, you need to take a break. So crawl under your desk, please, and rest. It makes our employees more productive.”
“There’s mouse poop under my desk.”
Claude sighed. “Janice, this is your last chance. Take a nap or you’re fired.”
Janice stared at him. “You can’t do that.”
“Remember that probationary period thing? Yeah, this is it. Sweet dreams.”
Janice watched Claude walk away, then slid down to the floor. She balled up her sweater and put it under her head, and spent the next thirty minutes staring out at the aisle between desks, Claude’s feet regularly thumping past.
This story inspired by a 50 First Words writing prompt!